Harry fiddled a bit with his wedding ring. He didn't know why he didn't just take it off. He wasn't married here, and it only served to upset him anyway, but he wasn't sure he could stomach being without it. "It probably is just a matter of getting used to it. It's tough when all we do really is stay in one section of the city, all the way down here at the bottom." He lifted a hand and ran it back through his hair.
"It's not about making sense," he assured it. "It's about desserts. And drowning sorrows in chocolate and caramel and fruity ... flavours," Harry teased. He grinned at her and laughed. "You can get anything you want, Kates. Dessert -- and drinking, by the way -- is on me." He tipped his head to the side. "Though not, physically, on me. I'm too old for body shots."